Chapter 1
#745
The Tesseract started spinning. Everyone looked at it with alarm. It apinned faster and faster, until it let out a blue beam of energy, opening a Portal, which kept getting bigger. Suddenly it collapsed and a bright, blue shockwave was sent out. Fury used his arm to cover his eyes from the brightness while his other hand slid to his weapon.
Something was thrown at him and he catched it out of reflex. He looked at his hand, expecting a Granate or something. Instead he catched something blocky.
A rubix cube.
‚Wha-’ he was interrupted by another cube being thrown at him. With both his hands holding something he couldn’t catch it and it smacked him straight in the face. He heard a few other thumps. Looks like the others got smacked too. He then dropped the cube in his hand in order to stop the blood from flowing out of his nose.
He looked up to where the cubes came from, to see a man, Rubix cubes flying next to him with a green shine. A cepter was flying next to him too, ready to be taken any moment.
„Who the fuck are you“, he demanded. The man smiled at him, brushing a strand of his black hair out of his face, his unnatural blue eyes glowing a bit.
„That is not important.“, he answered, eyes shining with amusement. „I think it’s rather pathetic you glorious S.H.I.E.L.D people can‘t defend yourself against a few Rubix cubes.“ he then mocked.
Behind Fury, Barton took a step forward with a snarl. Loki grinned.
The Cubes multiplied and Barton was promptly hit in the face by an giant rubix cube with to much sides to count. Moment later an army of rubix cubes in all Shapes and Colours flew towards them.
The cubes kept multiplying while the man who send them walked out of the room with the Tesseract in his hands.
Hours later everyone was rescued from the rubix cubes. They somehow had kept multiplying until they had covered the whole building. The man who Barton nicknamed Rubix disappeared in the chaos and was still not found.
Whoever the fuck this man was, he was the most dangerous thing earth has ever encountered.
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#474 (Suicide Warning) (Injurie Warning)
Loki opened his eyes.
He was currently having Stark hanging of the Building. Loki looked down. He had tried out what could kill him the past few loops. He hadn’t had a chance to throw himself off a building yet, so what better than the Stark Tower?
He looked up to Stark again, who looked at him with confusion. Loki realized he probably stopped mid in a sentence.
„Say“, he started. „How high is this Tower?“
„Why do you wanna know? Make sure it kills me when dropping me off?“, he wheezed. Loki ignored his tone.
„How about this. You tell me how high this Tower is and I won‘t drop you off“, he offered. Stark looked at him with a raised eyebrow and mistrust in his eyes.
Loki sighed and dropped of Stark next to him. On the floor.
„Here, now tell me“
Stark looked at him with the most flabbergasted expression.
„Around 350 meters. Why the hell did you let me go?“Loki ignored the later part and hummed.
„350 meters you say…“, he muttered while calculating. It would definitely be enough to kill a human. Him too, probably. But theres the angle thing.. if he landed wrong this could get really painful. If he landed right he would probably just snap his neck. (Like How Thanos had snapped his neck-) He shrugged. Only one way to find out.
He walked over the edge.
Stark shouted in Alarm.
It took a few seconds to get down.
His head opened with a sickening crunsh and then everything was dark. His last thought was that dropping head over ended fast-but still with lots of pain.
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#475 (Suicide Warning) (Injurie Warning) (not graphic) (i think)
Loki opened his eyes.
He was letting Stark hanging over the building right now. Like last time. Well, at least he could easily test out other angles.
He threw Stark back on the ground and stepped over the edge. This time he made sure to land more sidedly.
He landed on his shoulder and felt it break with a sickening crunsh. Shortly after his arms, legs everything else followed, but he survived.
He was in pure agony for the next few seconds, until Stark landed right next to him, this time in his suit. Or he guessed it was Stark, it sounded like the machines of his suit. He couldn’t open his eyes to check.
„Fuck, Fuck, Fuck“, he said. Yes definitely Stark. Hands touched him and he winced out in pain.
Then everything went dark again.
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#1005 (Elevator: Part 1) (Implied Torture)
Loki opened his eyes to the all to familiar sight of the Stark Tower ceiling and pure agony in his whole body. He groaned and buried his face in his hands. He always hated coming back here. After the „Hulk-Smash“, as he heard Thor call it once, he was always in agony. Well, anything earlier was not that much better, because his wounds were still healing, but this was just another type of pain.
He sat up slowly. Hulk wasn’t here and the other Avengers weren’t either. He dragged himself over to a window and looked out, just to see Stark flying inside the Portal with the Nuke. Okay, he had about 10 Minutes then.
He dragged himself out on the platform and sat down at the edge. He then proceeded to watch the city. Well, as much as it being destroyed was interesting to watch. He watched for a few minutes, then decided that this was even to much chaos for him and stood up again, almost falling off the Tower. He did catch himself though. Death by falling was a risk he wasn’t taking.
He walked inside again and eyed the room.
Taking the stairs would be hell with his injuries. But he also wasn’t in the mood to face the avengers this loop. He sighed. The Elevator was still an Option. He hadn’t had any time to figure out how Elevators worked, but it probably couldn’t be that hard. He dragged himself over to it and pressed a button. It glowed faintly and a few seconds later the metal doors opened to the Elevator. Loki half fell into it and catched himself at a wall. He looked at the Control Panel. It had Numbers on it. Loki didn’t bother to check and just pressed one of them.
The Door closed and the Elevator started moving abruptly, making Loki stumble. He crashed against a wall. The Elevator shacked and stopped moving.
Loki stood up straightly again and waited for the doors to open. They didn’t. Loki cursed to himself and slumped down against a wall. How the fuck did you get out of an Elevator?! He had no idea. Hopefully this loop would end soon.
Tony looked down the Elevator shaft and sighed. He had been instructed to get a Stuck elevator out and briefly wondered why it was always him that had to do stuff like this. He sighed again and slowly flew down the shaft.
After a few Minutes the Light of his armor landed on a metallic box. The Elevator. Thank gods. He landed on it, which got the Elevator to shake a bit.
The Elevator shook a bit. Loki, who was slumped against a wall since the fifth day he got stuck in here, jumped at the shake. Maybe it was falling down now. Maybe he‘d finally get out of this misery. He pulled his knees close and burried his head in them. Maybe the loop would restart soon…
Tony sat down the Elevator on the nearest floor. When it landed something inside clicked. Tony frooze. Had someone got stuck in there?! That Elevator was there since almost two weeks by now. No way that person was still alive. He slowly walked towards the door and placed his hands on it. He ripped it open easily, thanks to the help of his suit.
He expected to find the Corpse of some unlucky employee whose name he didn’t remember. He expected the smell of a rotting corpse. He expected either blood from an Injurie or a person slumped in the corner that starved to death.
He didn’t expect to find the God that attacked Earth almost two weeks ago and then vanished.
In the corner of the Elevator sat Loki. His knees were drawn to his body and his head was buried in them. His Hair was a complete mess and the part of skin he could see were even paler than it had been when he attacked. He didn’t move.
Tony hurried over to the god and crouched down next to him. If the guy was dead, then that was good. It would be a problem less. But Tony didn’t it wish anyone to starve to death in an Elevator.
He grabbed his hand and looked for a pulse. Silently he prayed. He found one. It was weak, barely there, but it was a pulse. Tony questioned how Loki was still alive, before remembering he was a god.
He lifted Loki up in his arms, the man being far to light. Tony swallowed and then hurried over to a working Elevator.
„J.A.R.V.I.S.., to the medbay“, he commanded the moment he stepped inside. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to be to late or not.
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